Wind of Change
This may be what I’ll miss the most:
For the past four plus years I’ve come here, or somewhere close, each morning Monday thru Thursday for a walk with one or more dogs. This is December 17th light. Enough to reassure us that Ol’ Sol hasn’t gone out for good. Not much more than that, though. It’s a blessing of working at home, to be able to step away from work for an hour, get settled in your thoughts while the dogs get some exercise. This time of year and day especially there is rarely anyone else around. And for all the talk of Alaska’s prolific wildlife, other than the occasional moose it’s rare to see even a squirrel scurry up a tree. And when the day is breathless like today it’s deliciously quiet. Just imagine.
It will all change come January when I start a new job. A real brick ‘n mortar with my own office. A desk, a chair, a computer and windows. A view would be nice. The bustle of fellow employees. Face to face meetings in conference rooms. Performance reviews. Donuts. What I’m going to enjoy most is working for an Alaskan employer and with Alaskan clients. No longer will I need to fly periodically to the east coast, or to get up at 4:30 am to be on a call. Will there be a Ficus Tree in my new office you wonder? This I do not know.
The other day our friend was up from Seattle and stayed the night at our house. Happy Wife tasked me with making dinner, specifically, beef stroganoff. See what I did there, I linked the recipe for you. I’ve made it a number of times. But the other night, instead of beef, I substituted caribou. Can you say yum? Nay, can you say sanguine — just look at the color of that protein:
Sans fat you’d think this would be tough when cooked. No sir. Two hours over low heat simmering in stock, onions, garlic, and a splash (okay two splashes) of cognac — scrumptious. Then ladled over buttered egg noodles. Shut up.